It seems that all the glory and attention that should have belonged to her were grafted onto someone else.

Even if it's something you don't want, it still makes you feel somewhat uncomfortable and uneasy...

As Yan Jili approached, he heard several men shamelessly pestering Shen Zhiyi and fawning over her.

“The Shen family is in trouble. Although we can’t help them, we can support you.”

What does Miss Shen like?

"Jewelry, jade, bags? Just name it."

"We'd be happy to pay for a beautiful woman."

"Yes, there's no need to fabricate a non-existent husband and block your future path."

"Wouldn't that ruin your future?"

"My wife's future is none of your concern," a cold, steady voice abruptly interrupted them.

Everyone turned around.

I saw a distinguished figure in a bespoke suit approaching with a tall and imposing presence.

However, his face was covered in frost.

The aura emanating from him was icy cold, so cold it could terrify someone.

"Yan Jili?!" The men looked at each other in surprise.

Shen Zhiyi's husband is actually Yan Jili?!

They suddenly flinched in fear.

What they just said...

He probably didn't hear much, right?

"What are you doing here?" Shen Zhiyi stared at him.

Yan Jili glanced down at her attire.

Press down on the brow bone.

Even the lines of her jawline have a colder, more rigid feel.

He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders with a somewhat forceful air, wrapping her completely in his coat.

He then used the force of adjusting her collar to pull her close to him.

"I'd like to ask you how you got here." He leaned closer, looking into her eyes, his voice low and husky.

"Are you here to check up on me, Mrs. Yan?"